บททั้งหมดของ His Luna Returned—So I Left With His Baby”: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

By morning, the world had a story.It wasn’t theirs.Every screen, every feed, every gossip panel repeated the same neat narrative: *violent rogue Alpha storms Tribunal facility, aided by unknown accomplices, kidnaps dangerous Lunaris asset from lawful custody.*The footage was good. Of course it was. Calista’s people had cut it.They looped the moment Daire tore the Level Three door off its hinges. The frame where his hand closed around an enforcer’s throat. The half-second of Elowen’s silver flare in the corridor—cropped so you couldn’t see the cell doors opening behind her, only the guard hitting the wall.Over all of it, a quote from Calista Dravenne played on rotation.“The Tribunal was doing its duty,” she said to a prim journalist, eyes wide with practiced concern. “Elowen is clearly unstable. We all saw the evaluation footage. Daire has always struggled with impulse control. This… *theft*… puts everyone at risk. We need the Tribunal more than ever to ensure public safety.”“Vi

News moved faster than sleep.By the time Rae declared the coffee “drinkable enough for a revolution,” Crowe had stopped pretending everything was under review.He made it official.A formal announcement pinged every pack-admin inbox and donor feed: *High Howl Benefit Auction – Venue Confirmed. Security Enhanced. Special Lots to Showcase Tribunal’s Commitment to Order.*Rae read the internal memo off Kieran’s stolen login while Elowen tried not to throw up.“Date’s in three days,” Rae said. “Same hall. They’re doubling security and “expanding donor participation.” That’s rich-speak for “more buyers.””“Special lots?” Daire asked.Rae’s mouth flattened. “That part’s vague,” she said. ““Exceptional assets demonstrating responsible custodial authority and advanced allocation protocols.””“Translation,” Kieran said from the couch. “You, and anyone else they can parade.”His phone buzzed again. He glanced, then swore. “And here we are. The unofficial version.”He flicked the image to the T

The first Nightmoor wolves found them two days after the stream.They came in through the laundromat’s back entrance in a tight knot of leather and tension, scents sharp with exhaustion and barely leashed accusation.Rae’s guard gave a token protest. It died under the weight of a dozen wolves who still, technically, bore Daire’s mark.Elowen watched from the doorway of the main room as they spilled in.These weren’t the rank-and-file muscles. These were higher—old lieutenants, elders, minor nobles who’d once orbited Frostveil like it was a sun.Raelene Voss, gray hair braided back tight, eyes like iron. Tomas Gray, jaw set in permanent disapproval. Two younger Alphas-in-training whose names Elowen barely knew, but whose sneers she recognized.Daire stepped forward to meet them, shoulders squared, hood down. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said. “Crowe’s putting heat on any pack who even smells like they know my name.”“That’s why we’re here,” Tomas snapped. “Your little stunt put every Ni

The claim hearing ended with paper cuts instead of blood.It still felt like a gut wound.Back in the safehouse, the air was thick with unsaid things. Rae paced. Kieran refreshed feeds, tracking how fast “public evaluation” was spreading. Daire stood by the window again, jaw clenched so hard Elowen half-expected his teeth to crack.The black envelope still sat on the table.The Luna Circle’s invitation.Kieran tapped his screen. “Confirmation from my source,” he said. “That salon? It’s exactly what we thought. Tribunal donors. Calista’s inner ring. Wives who think they’re untouchable because they pour wine instead of signing orders.”“They talk auctions there,” Rae added. “Lots. “Rescues.” One of my contacts recorded a Luna bragging about “placing” an omega last quarter. In private, they drop the euphemism. “Bought,” “bred,” “broken in.””Elowen’s stomach turned. “So if I go,” she said, “best case, I hear exactly how they plan to carve me up and hand pieces out to the highest bidder.”

The Luna salon smelled like money, perfume, and politely hidden cruelty.High-status wolves filled the room—Alphas in tailored suits, Lunas in gowns that whispered when they moved. Crystal glasses. Soft music. Laughter calibrated not to be too loud.Every head turned when the doorman announced them.For a heartbeat, the room went perfectly still.Then the judgments hit, thick as scent.Whispers behind jeweled hands.“That’s her.” “The vessel.” “He brought her?” “Brazen.” Low status clung to Elowen like a second skin. *Unregistered. Asset. Stain.*They didn’t say it out loud. They didn’t need to. She’d lived long enough on the edges of rooms to hear it in the pauses.She didn’t shrink.She met a few gazes directly, not challenging, not deferential. Just… "present.*See me,* she thought. *Not the poster. Not the lot number. See the woman you’re about to discuss, like inventory.*At her side, Daire’s presence was a hot, controlled wall. He didn’t bear his teeth yet. But his eyes